Peafowl out of text

I painted a peafowl
From the front side
I gazed at him
I changed his body
Into bowling pin
And his blades
Into ten birds,

One of the birds escaped
Dropping on my brush,
And when all the birds
Were about to escape,
I  turned them into nine roses
And the bowling pin
Into a jar,

Nine roses
Behind a jar,

This portrait,
Bring me back
To an old Egyptian movie,
So, I could not control myself
To not sinking
Into yellow and strange melancholy,
As that blot sticks to your soul
After you wake up
And your skull burning,
Because of explosion in the dream!